Mi Cerebro: Hazlo Yo: ¿Por Qué? Mi Cerebro: HAZLO

sketchin

day 5 or 10 I don’t know I lost track- -of listening to musical soundtracks

today’s order: beetlejuice

and dang

it’s pretty good

my mind at 3am

“I want to speak to a manager,” the middle-aged woman said in her stern I-used-to-be-a-soccer-mom-ten-years-ago voice, looking down at me over the top of her Gucci reading glasses.

A wicked grin split across my face and the gates of Hell opened up behind me, releasing a gust of hot wind that whipped my apron around my body and forced the woman to shield her face. Demons came forth, dancing around in flames with songs of, “She wants to speak to a manager. Did you hear that? She wants to speak to a manager!” before erupting into earsplitting shrieks of laughter, none louder than my own cackling.

I took in the woman’s look of utter horror before my eyes rolled back into my head and I growled,

“I am the manager.”

i made another quiz because it’s fun! this one will tell you what type of kid u were

norma my beloved <3

i think its done

I spent too long on this.

i won a shark plushie at an arcade today :>